Moving Away From Home

Growing up in family that owns a traditional Chinese restaurant, my parents have worked hard all their lives in order to provide a shelter, clothes, and food on the table for me and my sibling. Throughout my entire life up to even today, my parents have always had workers from their restaurant living in our home since many of these workers live in poverty and do not have much belonging besides the suitcases in which holds their basic necessities. Often times, my parents do not know the background of these people because they do not have the time or the knowledge to do elaborate background checks on them. As a result of this, we are constantly in danger because in rare cases, the people that my parents allow stay in our home have a criminal …show more content…
A very distance one I remember was when I was about nine years old. During that year, my parents hired a worker who appeared to them at the time to be very “suspicious” because he kept asking them very personalize questions, such as what time their children came home from school and what days’ people were at home. However, because they did not want to fire a person the day they had hired him, they allowed him to stay in their home for one night with the intention of telling him to leave the next morning. At seven in the morning, my father woke me and my little sister, who was barely six at the time, up so that we could get dressed and ready for school. When me and my sister went downstairs to the dinner table to have breakfast, my father went to check up on the worker that he was intending on firing that day. To his surprise, the worker and all his belonging were not there. Assuming that the worker had left already, my father drove me and my little sister to school. The day continue to proceed as it normally would; after driving us to school, my parents would wake up ten and go to work at eleven. At two in the afternoon, my mother came from work to pick me and my little sister up from school. Since my family was too poor to hire a nanny, my mother would drive us to the restaurant, where we would stay until eleven and the store closed for the day. When we came back from the restaurant, we found out that out house had been burglarized and many of our belongings were gone. When the police came, they concluded that the worker that were had intended to fire committed the burglary because there were no signs of forced entry. Moreover, they suspected that the burglar was hiding in the closet beneath our stairs when in the morning waiting for us to leave because there were marks left behind by him there. As a nine-year-old, the idea of